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My current LJ layout kicks ass. Now revamp this one. Grey probably is my favorite color (signals drabness, yo), but you can stand the same color for so long before it bores you to. Sadly, still haven't finished the essay that's due tonight *coughTomorrowEightInTheMorningcough*
Metaphors collided at Thursday, April 8, 2004, 10:56 a.m.
Annoucement: Lika's blog has become the place where she offically So this is me not doing the essay that's due tomorrow. This is me shaving my legs so I can put on a schoolgirl dress and attempt to go goth tonight. This is me cutting myself while shaving. This is me near fainting at the sight of blood. This is me cursing at my total and utter ineptiness and stupidity.
And to think, I haven't even gotten to make-up yet.
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, April 7, 2004, 05:06 p.m.
It's bloody April 5th.
WHY THE FUCK IS IT STILL SNOWING?
Metaphors collided at Monday, April 5, 2004, 03:51 p.m.
Oh Frith.
This has officially become the place where I talk about my job at a fast food restaurant. Shoot me >_<
On another thread of thought, here's me laughing at Sarah's latest post, but only because I agree with her and I think it's absurd that 2004 and I'm still doing sweeping floors and doing dishes. Actually, I'm not doing them, but the fact that they have to be done ticks me off.
Metaphors collided at Thursday, April 1, 2004, 01:16 p.m.
Go figure. Had an *awesome* shift at Tim Hortons today. Definitely like the people there more than the losers at Subway. There was so much teasing and laughing and helping near the end. Awww. Everyone is so nice to work with when things are going well. As opposed to Saturday, which was the shift from hell and had me wanting to bite fingers off loser supervisor et al. The only thing preventing me from splashing vulgarities all over my blog/LJ was remembering how little I know about men.
Boy, do I have it bad for Jeremy Northam.
Master: I love the idea of an Italian night at the theatres complete with pizza from hell. That's too cute! I so have to visit New Zealand. You kiwis think up everything, doncha?
Metaphors collided at Sunday, March 28, 2004, 11:46 p.m.
I don't want to go to work, more so this time than most because I'm in such a happy sappy mood from watching "The Winslow boy" last night. Go to my LJ to see my squealings about it. I know a shift of Tim Hortons will kill my mood. A shift at work killed Minnie's mood a few days ago. She was having a wonderful mood after school and for her, that's rare. Understandable why she was so pissed off after going work, having a bad shift, and having her good mood shot to hell.
Metaphors collided at Saturday, March 27, 2004, 12:02 p.m.
Good Golden Frith, I finished it.
I'd go on about what how bloody brilliant I am, but I'm too tired and quite frankly, totally disgusted with my procrastination.
Metaphors collided at Thursday, March 25, 2004, 04:33 a.m.
On its own, and taken out of context from the rest of the letter, 1 Corinthians 7:20-23 appears to be a set of verses about the issue of slavery in the Corinthian church instead of being part of a larger argument about the insignificance of status and the significance of loyalty.
FINALLY! I can't believe all the grief it took to get it down. Now to type like mad and get everything done. If I finish this before class, I'm by far the best magician I know in this world. I've pulled rabbits out of hat numerous times, but nothing compared to the magic that will be if I actually manage to get this one done. Stupid ten bibliographical footnote references :P
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, March 24, 2004, 07:50 p.m.
There is something severely fucking wrong with me as I've been sitting here for the last three hours trying to come up with one first line. There's no way in hell I'm getting this essay done in time for class tomorrow.
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, March 24, 2004, 07:12 p.m.
*howls and bangs head on keyboard*
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, March 24, 2004, 06:29 p.m.
I hate coming up with first lines I HATE IT!
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, March 24, 2004, 06:21 p.m.
Okay, so doing Religion Paper after this and will NOT go online until it's done (like hell.)
Watched American Idol for the first time tonight. Yes, I'm desparately trying to fail my course. I suck. Anyhow, Diana Degarmo was pretty good. I know people have issues with sixteen-year-old pageant wannabes belting out songs, but I like her. Mind you, I actually like country music (admitted I tuned in because I found out it was country music night) but I thought she did a good job with the song. She can sing and while her attitude is perky, I like that she didn't break down or sass back when she was given the criticisms. Give her a few years and maybe she'll connect with the audience.
Bear in mind that I missed two other performances, but the other performances were pretty meh, except for LaToya who was awesome and Amy, who just totally stunned me. I could really get into Amy.
The male performers left me *totally* cold. I have to admit that I don't get male performers in general. I like a lot of them, love a few of them, but definitely perfer my Indigo Girls, Sarahs, Toris, and other female singers to them. But I think with the male singers on American Idol it's more a case of them not being great singers than me being naturally neutral to male performers.
Not every guy can be Willie Nelson.
Metaphors collided at Tuesday, March 23, 2004, 11:28 p.m.
I love my nieces. They're wonderful children. I wonder how someone as stupid as their parents got such adorable, smart, talented, beautiful girls. They're both so loving and joyful. Noisy and bratty and infuriating, infinitely, but I would never go back. It's amazing how something that take resources and money and drives us up the wall half the time can make us so happy. Seriously, they give us so much more than we give to them. Well, the cute ones do, and my girls are the cutest, most special kids in the world.
Metaphors collided at Monday, March 15, 2004, 12:50 a.m.
Coming up with the first line is always the hardest part. I wish I was one of those people who could skip it and go onto the next part, but curse my need for chronology, I can't write a sentence unless the sentence beforehand is already done.
Ammie-love, you know *you* are the master in the relationship :)
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, March 10, 2004, 04:28 p.m.
I won't have to clean toilets in Montreal :D I don't have to work at fast food restaurant to make ends meet. I can legitimately borrow money without having to accumulate interest. Me<-- JOYOUS! Ammie, glad your Mumsy's B-day went so well, and you can never have enough cake. Ignore the three days where I was having hot flashes and chills from overeating - Feasting is always welcome! Sarah, I wish miscarriages, heart attacks, car accidents, stepping on landmines, and drinking beverage laced with microscopic fibres that act like needles and painful kill them by cutting their veins on costumers as well. I don't care what the stupid worker's handbook says, we're doing them a favor, not the other way around. Hope you didn't have any obnoxious clients today. I'm glad I'm not working tonight. Wouldn't want a bitchy costumer to ruin my current happy moment *bounces with joy*
Metaphors collided at Thursday, March 4, 2004, 06:56 p.m.
It is wrong how beautiful the eyes of my Religion professor are O.o
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, March 3, 2004, 03:39 p.m.
I wasn't even supposed to be on drive-thru in the first place. They assigned me to sandwich bar, which I was doing more or less competently and then supervisor threw a hissy fit, decided she did not want to go on drive-thru and pulled me on. My sluggishness drove the other drive-thru person mad and her temper was getting my nerves. Then I got told I didn't do the soup and buns properly, and I'm thinking, "You put me on freaking drive-thru! When the frig do you think I have the time to clean the stupid sandwich place?" Is it any wonder people are quitting like crazy?
Luckily, the shift improved greatly at the end, where it was just me and this other lady at drive-through and we actually had a great time. Our timing was perfect and in sync and drive through went smoothly and without any glinches. Such a shame she only work weekdays and I normally work weekends. It would have been fun to do drive-through with her all the time.
On the up-side of things in my normally happy-happy-joy-joy life, I was accepted into the Library Science Master program. At least, online. I'm waiting for the offical document before celebrating. But when I get it, there will be screams :D
Metaphors collided at Monday, March 1, 2004, 11:58 p.m.
I just lost my essay. I'm so close to losing it. Shut up, Lika. Just type it and hand it in before midnight >_< I hate computers.
Metaphors collided at Thursday, February 26, 2004, 08:47 p.m.
I swear I'm going to finish that esasy tonight. I swear I will. I swear I will. I swear I will.
Swearing's not helping at the moment >_< Instead I'm making stupid icons for my LJ and taking naps that I shouldn't have to take after sleeping for twelve hours last night. My house is such a mess I actually don't want to watch TV because of the crap on the couches. The messier the house gets, the lazier I get. But I feel better after reading Sarah's entries, knowing I'm not the only procrastinator out there, and the fact that if she could beat procratination and get things done, so can I -- once I get off my ass.
(BTW, Sarah, read what you wrote in my LJ. Please tell me you're going to Anime North because I would love to squeal over Fruit Basket with you there.)
Metaphors collided at Tuesday, February 24, 2004, 05:49 p.m.
Jeff: "Richard, tell us about the shark bite. Weren't you afraid it would
get infected?"
*SNORT*
Alt.tv.survivor, haven to bitchy crass grumps who bite each other heads' off and tell each other where to rot. Reminiscence of the heydays of alt.tv.x-files where people hated you so much that if you were pregnant, they gave their sincere wishes for a miscarriage (like me, when I'm working at Tim Hortons and someone sasses me or worse, asks me for a free smile.)
Also one of the place where I discovered men can go gay over menstruating women. Wow. So the fact that I bleed once a month is why some men go sucking other men's cock. That's awesome! I so have to try seducing a guy during my next period to see if that happens.
Metaphors collided at Thursday, February 19, 2004, 11:38 p.m.
You know, I *really* don't want to study for this deferred exam. Anyhows, I just clicked on the link that I had about Bigwig's name in my right column, and how the hell did I miss the section on furries!? Damn. Takes my dream of turning my room into a Watership map and not letting anyone in unless they were dressed up as a rabbit to new heights O.o
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, February 18, 2004, 01:10 a.m.
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